Out In The Highways

There’s a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop
Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight;
Many are blown in by a strong wind:
It’s the wind of the Spirit
There’s a preacher with his head bowed
There at the altar
Whispering a prayer as the people wander in
Sayin' it’s You, Lord, that they’re lookin' for
Whether they know it or not
And that’s the reason I’ve got to go
Out in the highways, out in the highways
Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way
Out in the highways
There’s a church down on the corner with stained glass windows
But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through;
Those on the outside pass right by
Lost on a dark endless highway
There’s a banner on the church wall
They put up many years ago
Reminding them that Jesus said 'Go into all the world';
They need the Spirit wind to blow again
And fan the flame of concern
Take the truth that they’ve learned and go
Out in the highways, out in the highways
Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark
Out in the highways